Clark Kent lookalike, Simon, claims to remember when Bradford still had a football team. While obviously deluded, he is a gifted designer/illustrator who brings a ready wit to the studio environment. Or so he tells us.
Outside University Simon's hobbies include hiding bunches of keys and cataloging his collection of tickets (misc), but really he likes nothing more than to slip into an Arran tabard and tick off the miles on his racing bicycle.

Although Tony looks no more than ten years old he was, in fact, invented before the advent of colour. Consequently he only ever appears in black & white with piano accompaniment.
Babyfaced he may be, but his outlook on design, illustration and knitting trends is bang up-to-date. As long as the batteries hold out!

Although Ray speaks with a broad Scottish accent his picture proves that he actually hails from 'down under'. Given the plethora of deadly animals that reside in Australia, it's surprising that Ray made it through childhood, for his mere presence is enough to provoke wildlife to attack him. Fur, feather and fin all appear to be equally incensed by his proximity! However, this attribute has encouraged him to develop excellent running skills and a marked preference for camouflage knitwear.

Dwayne likes tank-tops, colouring-in, riding his bike and thrash metal.

Smooth sophisticated Garath used to be a bit of a scruff until he started hanging around the with graphic design tutors. Having sharpened up his knitwear sense he's a reformed man, modelling himself on 'The Saint' (the Ian Ogilvey version), holidaying in Monte Carlo and cruising the tables in his elegant knitted tuxedo. Happily, Garath has managed to retain his large repertoire of derogatory grunts and guffaws which he deploys, entirely at random, in crits. We call that a result!

Knit-diva Maureen. She's a Dreamweaver baby yeah!

Rumour has it that Rhiannon is related to most of the major royal houses of Europe. More usefully she has a fine collection of trouser suits (see left) and therefore keeps a tight reign on all things typographic in the studio. Away from the rigours of University life and the inevitable knitting chores, Rhiannon likes to indulge in nordic skiing and setting tabular data.

Jim is officially the technical boffin in the team because he owns a pipe, and a transistor radio. He lists Tomorrrow's World amongst his early influences and, rather optimistically, still awaits "Krimpleeeknit" synthetic yarn, as promised by Raymond Baxter in January 1974.
Always one to keep up with the latest technologies, he is currently experimenting with man-made fibre pullovers and toupees, searching for that magic combination.

Zoe originates from an old east coast family who, for centuries, scraped a hard living from the sea. Due to an accident with some contraband champagne and a barrel of oysters, Zoe is now so posh she has to have two last names - it’s the law.  She’s is a particularly gifted editorial designer, specialising in society magazines and art direction in exotic locations. Outside University Zoe enjoys shooting on her estate, but only for the pot.

In a bold experiment, Darren was cloned from one of Barry Norman's leg hairs, delighting his creators by popping out of the test-tube with encyclopaedic film knowledge, heightened critical powers and a preference for comfy chairs and cardigans. And for starting most of his sentences with a conjunction! Or did he? When the funding ran out he was modified to act like David Brent before being gifted to the University. Thanks. No, really.

From his calm, cable-knit persona you'd never guess that Nick is the original, dyed-in-the-wool punk rock icon, but it's true! The 'Pistols were merely 'also rans' before they bumped into Nick and picked up a few attitude tips. Nick's retained his keen interest in pogoing, but he's now older and wiser, and so checks for adequate headroom first. Motto? "Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional"

In his lifelong quest for binary nirvana, Matrix wannabe Marc abhors most things that are not ones or zeros.
This picture shows him wearing a taupe cardigan that he knitted in haste during a recent crisis of confidence. More usually, he's seen contemplating the dismally analogue nature of the world, while striding the fell tops collecting another batch of Herdwick wool for the latest in a long, long line of black roll-neck pullovers. He's more Sputnik than Beatnik though.